Begin Again Q2

Why is it that we know all these things philosophically, —that the process of living is what life is all about; that the path to the goal IS the goal, that lists don’t work, only actions work? Why do we set goals for Q2? Why do we point our ship in a particular direction?

Inspired By In March 2026

G came home from work yesterday in a foul mood. I said, “Ready to throw your marble in the jar?” “Nope,” she said, with zero hesitation. And there you have it, folks. A single crappy day instantly snapped into focus when confronted with the possibility of losing it.

But Have You Tried Making Sourdough?

The world is blowing up now. There is a war going on with no exit strategy. Men are fucking everything up in every area of life and won’t admit it. I wake up at 3 in the morning thinking about the dogs and the children and the toxic air and the environmental disaster all this is causing that no one is even talking about.

The Vibe Isn’t Vibing

The Vibe I’m picking up everywhere is one I’m constantly trying to plug my ears to, shield my body from, and cover my eyes to keep from seeing, because it’s the vibe of misogyny and male entitlement, and deliberate ignorance. And it’s twanging all around me, enraging me and dysregulating me.

Don’t Breathe

To stay sane, I am trying to keep myself on the strictest of media diets and practice cognitive sovereignty, I really am. But even the smallest dose of Epstein files news becomes an overdose. It's like taking acid. The smallest tab and I'm trippin' balls, waking around, foaming at the mouth.